Living in Asia now, I experience the odd on an almost hourly basis. Like, it is commonplace to get your to-go food in a plastic bag. Egg roll….plastic bag, soup… plastic bag, chicken feet…plastic bag, rice…plastic bag, bubble tea….cup inside a plastic bag. No one even thinks twice about eating straight from the plastic bag either. Don’t have time to finish? Tie that bag up and stuff it in your pocket/ purse for later.

This probably isn’t the right way to contact you and I was going to attach this as a comment to a related blog but couldn’t find one. Anyway, thought you would appreciate my thing I never thought I would say to my kids ” All superheroes out of the kitchen.” I have also been known to regularly say “No balls in the kitchen”. Apparently I prefer my kitchen feminine and average.

I know the ‘track’ in front of my house where we shovel the snow from the city walk is getting more and more narrow – but what’s with these people who spend the nice chinook days shoveling snow off the road. Go for a coffee, buddy.

This was a lot of fun but also bizarre but you have to know our family. Over the holidays we rented a soccer field court in Indianapolis, and ages 14 to 72 played hard for an hour. We had no subs so tiring for the old folks. We all survived with no heart attacks or immediate injuries but most could not move the next day.

The most bizarre thing to happen to me this week was an unintentionally hilarious comment my 7 year old daughter made while I was chopping garlic. – Dad, what’s that? – It’s garlic. (I rip it open). These are its cloves. – You’re ripping its cloves off?! Not quite as cool as cacti and tank crossing signs, but I’ve never laughed so hard at any comment my kids have made. So yeah…bizarre for me. Cool site!

I have a picture of myself standing next to an Emergency Snow Route sign…in Abaco Bahamas. It’s an actual street sign with an official city logo on the back and mounted in concrete to the street. Although it seemed to be primarily used as a urinal for the local dogs.